tired by the time we wrapped up dinner. It was a little
depressing to realize just how out of shape I really was.
Over
the last few weeks, I had felt weaker than I had my entire life. Sure, I went
to the gym several times a week back home and even had my personal trainer; but
nothing had prepared me for 12-to-15-hour days of physical labor. The physical
work was much different than workouts at the gym and my body wasn’t taking too
well to the changes. Although, I did feel like I had started to bulk up a
little in my upper body. Maybe I would even come to enjoy my long days of
physical labor.
“Man,
if I could figure out how the hell to wake up in the morning, I would do it in
and instant. Do you guys have some sort of trick or something?”
Forest
just laughed at me and then went back to eating his meal. His red hair was
dirty from working in the field that day. It was longer than mine and Forest
had a red beard to go along with the long hair. Most of the men on the ranch
had longer hair and beards, which I suspected was simply because they couldn’t
find the time to get to a barber. The mornings and evenings were busy and I had
struggled to find time to shave when I first arrived. But then I started doing
it while I was in the shower to save time; that seemed to be working well for
me. Although, I was the only one who kept a consistently clean shaven face.
“You’ll
figure it out,” Forest answered me.
“I
don’t think I will.”
“I’m
going into town tomorrow if you want to get yourself a watch,” Forest said as
he looked up at me.
“Nah,
that’s okay, I don’t really care what time it is. I just work until you guys
tell me to stop,” I laughed.
It
was the truth; I didn’t really care about the time. I didn’t have any place to
be and I certainly couldn’t go into town. So working, eating, and sleeping were
all I had to keep myself busy. What I needed was an alarm clock, but since none
of the other men had blaring alarms going off in the morning, I didn’t think it
was a good idea. I just had to figure out how the hell they silently woke
themselves up each and every morning. It was a baffling mystery to me.
“Suit
yourself.”
“Thanks
though,” I said as I finished off the last of my lunch. “Do you know if Sarah
is back there? I’m supposed to have her look at my hands.”
I
held up my hands and watched Forest flinch at the sight of them. I had gotten
used to the oozing and puss that was coming out of the blisters, but they
didn’t look very appealing to have around food. I pulled them back and placed
them on my lap again.
“Come
on man, I’m trying to eat here,” he said then looked away. “She’s usually
around back. Go that way,” he pointed toward the west.
“Thanks.”
My
hands had hurt a lot when I first started getting blisters on them. But over
the last few days, they were pretty much numb and I couldn’t feel them much at
all. No one else used gloves unless they were loading large items or pulling
the ropes. I hadn’t wanted to seem like a pussy so I had avoided using gloves
as well, which was obviously a huge mistake. My hands weren’t used to the kind
of work I was doing all the time and I finally decided the gloves Sarah had
given me were worth using to avoid totally damaging the skin on my hands for
the rest of my life.
“So
you’re the local nurse too,” I said as I came into the back room and saw Sarah
pulling out some first aid equipment.
“I’m
anything I need to be,” she replied flatly.
Sarah
was busy; I hated to take up her time, but I obviously didn’t know how to take
care of the blisters I was getting. I needed her to do what had to be done and
I promised myself I wouldn’t distract her too much so she could get back to
work. Although, she was extremely distracting to me to even be near.
Just
standing in the same room with her I couldn’t help but imagine what she would
look like naked and sprawled across a bed. My mind drifted to the